VERSE 1:
Through [C#m7] early morning [F#7] fog I see [B] Visions of the [G#m7] things [G#7sus4] to [G#m7] be
The [C#m7] pains that are with-[F#7]-held for me
I [B] realize and [G#m7] I [G#7sus4] can [G#m7] see; [G#7] that
CHORUS: [C#m7] Suicide is [F#7] painless, it [B] brings on many [G#m7] changes
And [Emaj7] I can [B/D#] take or [C#m] leave it [F#7] if I [G#m] please
VERSE 2:
The [C#m7] game of life is [F#7] hard to play [B] I'm going to lose it [G#m7] anyway
The [C#m7] losing card I'll [F#7] someday lay
And [B] this is all I [G#m7] have [G#7sus4] to [G#m7] say [G#7]
VERSE 3:
The [C#m7] sword of time will [F#7] pierce our skins [B] It doesn't hurt when [G#m7] it begins
But [C#m7] as it works its way on [F#7] in
The [B] pain grows stronger, [G#m7] watch [G#7sus4] it [G#m7] grin [G#7]
VERSE 4:
A [C#m7] brave man once re-[F#7]-quested me [B] To answer questions [G#m7] that are key
Is [C#m7] it to be or not to [F#7] be?
And [B] I replied, "Oh [G#m7] why [G#7sus4] ask [G#m7] me?" [G#7]